Got This Year

[Hook] I got this year, I got this year nigga I got this year (x6) Every year I’mma do my thing But this my year to pursue my dreams So I got this Fuck they circle and fuck they hoes (x8) [Verse 1: Sez Batters] We got this, I’m killing shit in my rock smith And I took this way, we hit the stage and drop off bombs like rasta We straight up like our posture We rock shit, ask Sasha Throw stones at the throne, I’mma throw a bag of bones cuz I eat emcees so proper We mobbing out like lobsters And wear Squarian on our shirt Then we rock em out, then pass em out Til they put em up like dirt Yea, the summer love don’t last But money was always my first I’m a lost hand for the car crash Thank God my phantoms, it hurts [Hook] [Verse 2: Freddie High] I’m boss tip when I cause shit And no stripe shirt when I ball bitch And that’s raw shit when I spit flames Now bitches think big chains But I kill shit for that pound cake Money talk and that sound great And I’ve been there and I done that And everything you want, that sound fake No snap back, a few tattoos I snap back my shit cashews I kill shit, get ass That’s every track that I cash through Kings run this game so you pawns, that’s your last move I asked you it’s clear We stay reppin that square [Hook] [Verse 3: XV] You always scared of admitting, that gas don’t pay for a kitchen And droppin whack ass albums that we should get paid to listen The biggest name is a chain, the biggest clique is a whip But I’mma bring back the lines, call that shit Mason Dixon Make the L7 model and now that model's my mission My mama back on food stamps, only brought back my vision Predators blowin up my cell, I could’ve broke out of prison But when it’s finally finished I’ll say we finally did it [Hook]